Stormwind God

Every battleship was roaring, the muzzle of the gun flickered with yellow fire, and a huge solid cannonball fired, accompanied by a blast of thick smoke, accompanied by the deafening roar, and the cannon's cavity violently set back.

The black arcs straddled hundreds of meters of airspace and blasted towards the transport ship. The shells tore the continuous blast of space and completely covered the roaring sea wind.

Dragging the black arc light, the iron ball flying in the sky became the deadly messenger of death. Cannonballs are like a grim reaper weighing human life on a balance, but with luck on one side and death on the other.

In the end, it stirred up a huge water spray that was wiped from the side, or shot into the soul and was killed in the sea. This became a metaphysical thing.

In a sense, being killed by a cannonball is also a lucky thing, at least not having to endure this endless suffering.

The cannonball flew over his head, falling down and splashing around him.

Missed? ?

Just two seconds after the hum of the explosion, a new round of horror growls from far and near is coming again.

Did you pray to your ancestors?

After drinking the blood of unknown origin to make himself green skin, did the ancestors bless themselves?

I do n’t know when these seemingly endless shells will become the torture of the orcs.

If this is the first time to cross the sea, maybe all the orcs are aggressive, and they paddle their heads to let the ship forward. But with the shadow of the first terrible failed landing war, those orcs who survived inevitably paniced.

As a rowing boat, what I am most afraid of is the uneven force on both sides. The direct consequence of this is that the boat spins like a blind fly on the sea.

There was chaos in the orc's fleet.

It is not that there are no orc commanders attempting to organize the fleet of the small boat collective charge alliance, but after the last loss of the Kul Tiras fleet, the orc transport ships stopped in front of the orc transport ships instead of a single, insignificant column. Column.

Not only that, but the frustrated General Dai Lin also changed the ship structure of most of the fleet.

Originally for artillery battles between the fleet and the fleet, the number of cannons on the port and side of the fleet in Kultilas was basically evenly distributed. Now, considering that after the artillery battle, he will participate in the most brutal resistance battle, Dailin moved almost all the artillery to starboard, and port side to maintain the balance of the ship by ballast.

In other words, as long as the alliance's fleet can't get the upper direction and can't grab the t position, the port side of only a few cannons on the other side basically kneels when it hits the enemy.

Dai Lin is bold and attentive. On the one hand, he does not think how much combat power the blood sail fleet can rely on orcs, and on the other hand is self-confidence in commanding art.

Now he's right.

Even ordinary destroyers can have more than 30 cannons on one side. This firepower is simply crazy.

The round solid cannonballs were spinning in the air, like the punishment for sin, and they were severely bombarded by small orc transport ships trying to rely on sensitivity to make ant-attached tactics.

"boom--"

Because of the rush to work, the materials of the new batch of transport ships were mostly cut-off. The original orc ship was rough and stiff, but now it is no longer stiff because of lack of materials and excessive pursuit of quantity.

The seemingly huge transport ship can be bombarded from the deck to the bottom by a cannon, which is impossible for common sense.

The facts were before him, and the rough and thin deck was easily blasted into the sky, mixed with chipped wood chips and orc flesh, spattering around like a rainstorm.

There is no need to rely on the explosion of gunpowder or any rifled auger. With only pure and violent kinetic energy, a solid iron ball can send a transport ship that can carry dozens or even hundreds of people to the sea floor.

The scourge of cutting corners also spread to the giant iron armored transport ship like the orcs.

Originally with heavy iron armor, cannonballs hitting it could not cause substantial damage even if it did not jump. But after thinning the armor, the cast iron plate, which was not officially armored, became the biggest killer.

After being subjected to shelling, the more brittle pig iron instantly shattered into a thumb-sized fragment, which was cracked and spattered into the cabin along with the stamping of the shelling. The orc warrior packed in the cabin like a can of sardines became the biggest victim.

Under this fragmentation attack that is beyond the physical limit, large orcs have been harvested like wheat, but they are more severely wounded and unable to continue fighting.

If on the land battlefield, the raging orcs often choose an enemy to die together, but here is the sea, besides their own people, are those stray bullets with large bowl marks left in the cabin within a radius of ten meters.

Sitting on Dai Lin's ship, listening to the information gathered by the various experts.

Duke was still sinking.

"A good news and a bad news."

Admiral Dai Lin pouted his lips: "Men at sea always start with bad news."

"Well, the bad news is that you must now decide how to allocate your fleet. If more than 8,000 transport ships land on the Nanliu Coast, Terenas and Gene will immediately come to fight with you desperately."

"What's the good news?"

"At this pace, we have the opportunity to sink more than half of the orcs to the bottom of the sea to feed fish."

Dai Lin whistleed: "I will leave the Second Fleet and the Storm Fleet in Nanhai Town to dispatch you. Regardless of the strait, I will pull the rest off the Nanliu Coast?"

Duke pondered for a while, and Dai Lin was still uneasy about the Bloodsail Pirates, and that was the only way.

"You promise me."

"Rest assured, I will treat them fairly, even if they kill my third fleet under pressure."

Duke stared at Dai Lin for a moment before finally nodding.

On the battlefield, fighter jets are fleeting.

No hesitation.

The situation here is also reflected in the headquarters of Nanhai Town. Lothar gritted his teeth and looked at Lane: "Admiral Lane, can I give you the best defense line in Nanhai Town?"

Ryan looked at his childhood friend, and Lothar's struggles are still vivid in the past year. Ryan patted Lothar's shoulder: "I'm not the first kid on the battlefield. If such a good defense can be penetrated, I'm dead."

"No, I don't want you to die, I ..."

Ryan punched Lothar's chest lightly: "Go ahead, Captain Lothar, the league needs you."

Without more hesitation, Lothar greeted Turalyon: "Let's go, the destination, the coast of the South Stream."

With almost all cavalry, Lothar had to reach Shadowfang Castle before the Horde landed.

The most brutal landing battle is about to begin.

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